Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my
Into the bus stop to up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and as we drove through town
He'd tousle my and say son, take a good look around, this is your hometown
hometown
This is your
is your hometown

In `65 tension was high at my high school
There was lots of fights between and whites
There was you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the back seat was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun
And troubled times had to my hometown
My
My
My

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't back
To hometown
Your
hometown
Your

Last me and Kate, we laid in bed
about getting out
Packing up our and maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy, of our own now
night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is hometown